Never Dies Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The poet's soul is remembered
Even though silently stored
In volumes
It does not consume

He never dies from mind
Each word remains so kind
Those nice words for freedom struggle
And solution for internal troubles

The death shall spare no one
Let us consider it as inevitable one
The mission has to be borne in mind
Not to be followed as blind

The body shall be flamed
Or put in gallows to be buried
The poet shall remain alive
For all who really believe

Nothing remains for ever
So it should be thought never
Let work speak along with name
Rest all is for world to carry on the flame